I’m three steps from meeting my maker. Three more steps to the noose. I reckon I deserve to die. I’ve killed before, but never for such a frivolous reason as brings me to these last three steps. The whole mess started down El Paso way when I walked into that little cantina. It was a […]
All my poems cry into the wind. All my words … all my dreams … are like leaves in a storm. As I leave her behind, she starts to cry. I’ve never seen her cry. I’ve never looked into her eyes without getting weak in the knees. I’ve never kissed her without chills going up […]
I went off to war at the tender age of sixteen. My mother cried and begged me to stay, but my country needed me. I would not see my mother again for four very long years. Due to my age, I was assigned to field headquarters as a dispatch courier for the first two years […]
Andrew Joyce 